A Friday night dinner with some friends, Friend 1: I’ve been dating him for six years. Friend 2: Well, we’ve only been together for a year. Friend 3: Nice, I’ve been with my boyfriend for five years. Me? I sit there & listen. Just merely listen to my three friends converse about their relationships, their boyfriends & all of the fun, interesting activities that they’ve been doing since the summer began.
Now, I’m single. I’m having fun checking out guys, flirting a little when a cute guy comes my way & watching as they check me out. It’s fun. However, there is a tiny part of me that would like to join my friends in having a significant other. I mean, I’m just recalling the rush of emotion & excitement when you know that you have a potential boyfriend. I remember it quite well. Currently, as I write this, I’m recalling how it made me feel: Good. And, I don’t need a boyfriend in order to be happy. You see, I’m graduating in December & trying to get all of my shit together so to speak. I’ve got an internship, a job & I’ll be writing for two newspapers in the fall. I have a lot on my plate. Do I really need a guy to distract me? Do I really need him to interrupt my plans? It’s simple, I don’t. But, I honestly can’t sit here & tell you that I would object if a guy came my way wanting to be with me. I wouldn’t.
For now, I just want to live the single life & explore my options. Though, I don’t have any guys to “talk” to, I’m still planning to have fun.
All of my friends have boyfriends. Every. Single. One. Of. Them. So, I figured out that I need to have more single friends to hang out with, explore the city, hang out with guys & enjoy life. That’s my plan.
So, let’s get enjoy this single life despite feeling like an outsider in the company of my in-a-relationship friends.